A/N Just some domestic mother/daughter F/f discipline, don't like don't read.

Takes place the first summer break since Santana started college. The timeline is my own. Based on a great idea from NayaFan.

RATED M

Chapter 12

Santana had been in New York City since the previous August, but she had been homesick every single day in the beginning. She stayed busy with her classes and homework and working part-time in a little café so she didn't spend all the money her parent's gave her too quickly. New York City was incredible; it was everything Berry had blabbed about over and over again. It was alive all the time; it had incredible food, culture, schools and museums. She could turn a corner to find new music and art. It was electrifying. The only problem was it didn't have Brittany and it didn't have her Mamí and Papí, Lima did.

She and Brittany talked every single day, sometimes for hours until they would reluctantly wish each other sweet dreams and express their love. Sometimes a little sexting went a long way. Skype had introduced new ways to be intimate while living 600 miles away from each other. It just wasn't the same as being able to hold hands and walk down the street with the woman you loved. Santana missed the songs and dances they performed together; missed linking pinky's and especially missed her sweet lady kisses. She just missed the tall blonde so much it ached inside her heart.

The Latina missed her Mamí as much as she missed Brittany. She hadn't realized how important Maribel had been to her everyday life. Santana thought she had been a pretty independent young woman but found herself wanting to ask Maribel's opinion about something happening in her life at least two or three times a week. Sometimes it was just as stupid as how much cumin to put in her recipe and sometimes it was as important as was she being selfish spending a year away from Brittany and was she ruining her life trying to make singing and dancing a career?

Most of all, she missed the structure and the discipline living at home had provided her. She was finding out she was not as self-disciplined as she thought and knew her Mamí and Papí would not approve of her choices. For the first two months living in New York City, that was a prevalent thought, would Maribel approve? She found herself thinking or worrying about what they thought less and less as time passed.

Get home late and leave wet towels lying on her bed, who cared? Dirty dishes in the sink, why not? Staying out way too late and partying and drinking, she was in college it was a rite of passage. Talking all night to Brittany and not finishing homework, well the blonde was her priority. Before long Santana had totally forgotten all the training she had learned from her parents and was living a free and easy life of instant gratification. In her mind, she was just passing time until Brittany graduated and they could really get on with their life together. It was a huge shock when she got her first semester's grades and was put on academic probation. It was an even bigger shock when her parent's asked her to come home for Thanksgiving break and she looked at her savings account and how much of their money she had wasted already. She managed to hide her financial and academic woes over Thanksgiving and Christmas but it would be harder to hide over the summer. At least she spent time with Brittany, as short as those holiday vacations were.

Come summer the Latina was completely broke, luckily for Santana, a classmate lived in Ohio and was driving home for the summer and offered her a ride to Akron. Brittany offered to meet her there and drive her back to Lima. The Latina was not sure she was ready to have a conversation yet with her Mamí as to the sad state of her savings account or her grades. She knew that Maribel was already going to be very upset that she had done so poorly academically. For a minute, she felt that old familiar anxiety in her belly that always preceded a confrontation with her upset Mamí that never failed to lead to her face down over Maribel's lap.

Santana scoffed out loud, she was a woman now not a child that should be spanked. They would sit down over coffee and have a grownup discussion about the stresses of school and the high cost of living in the Big Apple. Her mother would understand once she explained it properly, woman to woman.

She confidently set out for Akron with her classmate on the ten hour drive, anxious to get her hands on her gorgeous blonde girlfriend. They hadn't seen each other since New Year's Day and that was a long time to go without sweet lady kisses.

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Santana was sitting in the Starbucks in Akron waiting for Brittany to show up. The blonde had texted she was about 20 minutes away and the beautiful Latina could feel the anticipation building. Brittany said she had a surprise for her girlfriend and Santana was hoping it was a reservation at the closest cheap hotel and a bag of sex toys. She hadn't seen Brittany in person in almost five months and she could barely sit still. Even if it wasn't a hotel room, the first thing the brunette was doing was tearing the blonde's clothes off and taking her right in the Starbucks parking lot. Five months was way too long to be missing her lady loving.

She smiled nasty thoughts at the different ways she was going to make the blonde scream when she saw the car pull up into the parking lot. Grabbing her empty cup and dumping it, Santana was halfway out the door with her backpack when she noticed Brittany's surprise and her heart dropped into her stomach.

A grinning and excited Maribel was getting out of the passenger side door, "Surprise mi amor, I told Brittany you would never guess it was me that was the surprise."

A very disappointed Santana tried to mask her resentment at her mother's presence, "No, I actually never would have guessed that at all." She tried to wrangle the disappointment off of her face before her Mamí noticed but Brittany saw it right away and shrugged helplessly, letting her girlfriend know it was definitely not her idea. The Latina saw the disappointment in the crystal blue eyes and gave her a loving smile.

Maribel ran over and threw her arms around her daughter, "Oh mija, you have gotten so skinny, aren't you eating?"

"I gained ten pounds since working in that stupid café, I keep snatching French fries and onion rings." She replied as she rolled her eyes.

"Well that explains the condition your skin is in then mija, you need to be taking better care of your skin, it was always so beautiful and smooth." Her mother rambled on as Santana searched for a mirror frantically to check her skin out.

"Santana, you don't mind sitting in the backseat do you? You know I get carsick on long drives."

Her daughter fumed silently, now she didn't even get to hold Brittany's hand on the drive home but she knew her mother would get sick so she kept her angry thoughts to herself and just smiled and nodded as Brittany apologized once again with her eyes in the rearview mirror.

The trip back to Lima was a nightmare for Santana and Brittany as Maribel talked and talked and was completely clueless about the sexual tension swirling all around the inside of the car.

Brittany pulled into the Lopez driveway and Maribel leaned over and kissed her on the cheek sweetly, "Thank you for driving and letting an old lady tag along mija."

The blonde laughed sweetly, "You're not old Mama L. and you're welcome."

Maribel turned and looked at her daughter in the backseat, "Take 15 minutes then I want you in the house, Brittany has school in the morning and you can see her tomorrow evening."

Santana had held her tongue long enough, "I'm not five years old and neither is Brittany. We're going to go grab some coffee and talk. I'll be back later." She snapped at her surprised mother.

"It's nearly midnight and Brittany has school in the morning, you are being very selfish mija. Now, 15 minutes and I'll see you inside." She said firmly and exited the car.

The younger Latina hopped into the front seat and finally kissed her girlfriend properly, "Let's get the fuck out of here B." She said excitedly.

"Mama's right, I have to go, our graduation rehearsal is early in the morning, and then I'm free all day. I'm so sorry babe, but I'll come right over after that. It should be a short practice."

Santana flung herself back into the car seat in frustration, "Jesus Christ, I wanted to be with you, I cannot believe she couldn't wait until I got home to see me. Fuck!" She yelled loudly punching the ceiling in the car.

"I'm sorry San." Brittany said in anguish. This was not how her first time seeing her girlfriend in four months was supposed to go. Brittany was already insecure and nervous that her Latina would find someone smarter and better in the city, "But we have all summer."

"Oh baby, I'm not mad at you. It's not your fault, I know how she gets, there was no way you could have said no. You're just too nice." She smiled sweetly at the blonde, "I'm just mad because I was wanting my sweet lady kisses." She wiggled her eyebrows hoping to make her love smile. She was rewarded with a blinding smile from the tall blonde.

Brittany leaned over the console and pulled Santana into a kiss, "Tomorrow then?"

Santana pulled away from the kiss and placed her head on the blonde's shoulder and whispered, "Tomorrow then."

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Rolling over away from the blinding light in the bedroom, the Latina opened her eye and peeked out to see her Mamí pulling back the curtains and shades. She moaned in displeasure, alerting her mother that she was awake.

"Good morning mi amor! I have breakfast and coffee made and you need to come downstairs right away,I have to talk to you."

"Fuck that." The teenager mumbled into her pillow muffling the words effectively.

"What was that Santana?" Maribel said sternly, not overly impressed with her daughter's attitude the last twenty four hours.

She flopped dramatically over onto her back and blew out a huffed breath, "I said I'll be right down." She said rudely.

"Fine." Maribel picked up her daughter's clothes off the floor and put them in the hamper, "See you downstairs."

"Jesús Cristo!" She kicked her covers off viciously and headed for the bathroom.

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Maribel was sitting at the table with a manila folder when Santana entered the kitchen and poured herself some coffee and grabbed a banana.

She made her way over and sat at the table, "So what's up?"

Her mother counted to ten in her head at the tone her daughter took with her, "I would appreciate a more respectful tone mija, I'm still your mother even if you are a big college hotshot." She chastised.

It took all of the teen's energy not to roll her eyes.

Maribel pulled out two envelopes, one was from the school and one was from the bank and Santana cringed, "Oh shit. I didn't know they mailed copies here." She thought to herself.

Slowly opening the school envelope, her mother placed it down in front of her daughter and asked gently, "It says you are on academic probation and in danger of failing out of college. Do you have an explanation mija."

Santana stammered and stuttered through an explanation and she could tell just by looking at her mother, she didn't believe it for a minute.

Maribel pulled out the bank statement and pushed it over in front of her daughter, "According to this you have not only spent all the money from your father and me but all your job earnings and you are completely broke. How do you plan on getting back to New York and paying living expenses next year?"

Santana tried to spread some more fertilizer around the kitchen but her mother just calmly folded the papers and put them away.

"I got you a job at the hospital gift shop. You will work every day from 9 – 5 pm with weekends off. One of my best friends runs it and I was able to get you in because of your friendship, so you will be on your best behavior or I will know why?"

Santana stared at her mother blankly and then scoffed at her, "I'm not working all summer long at that smelly hospital in the gift shop with a bunch of old ladies and sick people. It's my vacation, I'm going to lie on the beach and do things with B and swim in the pool and sleep in late every day. You know vacation, mis vacaciones." She huffed at shook her head at her mother's stupidity.

Maribel stood up and stared daggers at her daughter, "From the looks of your bank book and grades, I'd say it's very apparent you've already spent the last nine months in vacation mode. You start tomorrow morning at 9 am Santana, no argument and don't be late."

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The Latina bitched and moaned about her new slave job with Brittany but as it turned out the blonde had gotten a day job as well to help pay her way in New York so Santana thought she'd give the job a chance.

From day one she hated the job and she hated the cranky old lady who managed the hospital gift shop. It was worse than making burgers at some grease pit.

She was on time every day for the first two weeks just to keep her mother off her back and didn't take a day off. The third week she was late twice and left early once telling the old bag she had cramps. Instead she drove and picked up Brittany and went to the beach.

Every evening at dinner she lied to her mother about what a great job it was. They had another disagreement when Maribel insisted on handling her bank account with Santana.

"I see that I can't just hand you money, you need to be taught how to be responsible with it this summer. I have set up a savings account at the bank. You're checks are going to be direct deposited and you need two signatures; mine and yours to withdraw any money. If you want to purchase something we'll discuss it and decide if it's a necessary purchase."

Santana just bit her tongue and fumed, she knew she needed money to live on next year but she couldn't understand why she had to earn it her father was a surgeon for God's sake, they had plenty of money.

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It was a beautiful Friday and Santana had convinced Brittany to call in sick and spend the day at the zoo with her. They took a blanket and were lying on the grass having a picnic and just talking.

"San, I'm worried."

Santana rolled over from her back to her side and put her head in her hand and stared at Brittany, "Why babe?"

"You were late every day this week and now you called in sick on a Friday and that's a busy day at the gift shop. Mama L. is going to be super mad and you know what happens when she gets super mad at you."

"Oh please B, what's she going to do spank me? I'm in college now, I live on my alone, I'm a woman. You don't spank a grown woman." She scoffed confidently.

"I don't know San, you got spanked the summer after you graduated…."

"That was different. I'm all grown up now." She said a little less confidently.

"I don't think it's so different honey, you should take this job seriously. She got it for you and it's with her friend. I don't think she's going to be happy if you get fired."

Santana leaned over and kissed her girlfriend, "I'll handle my mother and this job. Don't worry about it babe, let's go see the seals."

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After the zoo, the girls had gone over to Brittany's house and done some nude sunbathing in the enclosed backyard. Santana got a bit sunburn after falling asleep after an eventful makeout session in the pool. She was relieved that Brittany's parents were out of town for a few days.

She got home late and missed dinner, having neglected to call and let Maribel know. Walking into the kitchen she felt bad about the missed dinner.

"I'm sorry I didn't call and cancel dinner Mamí, I stopped over Brittany's and feel asleep." Santana said casually.

"Was that before or after you called in sick to work today?" Maribel said in an angry clipped voice. Santana froze in place. Her mother turned and looked at her angrily, "You have been there for two months Santana and you have been late over ten times and you've called in sick three times. Leaving my friend, the woman who gave you a job because I vouched for you, in the lurch and without the proper help she needed. Being a good friend she would have just suffered through the summer with you and kept you on and overworked herself because of her friendship to me. I stopped in today and found her all alone. Needless to say, you are fired; she will be able to find someone reliable now."

Santana had a flash of anger, "Good! I didn't ask you to get me the job and I told you I didn't want it." She said in a snotty tone.

"You will watch your tone with me young lady if you know what's good for you. I am very disappointed in your attitude and behavior since you got back from New York City."

"Or what?" Santana was feeling aggravated with being scolded like a child.

"What do you mean?" Maribel said in a low and dangerous voice.

"What are you going to do if I don't watch my tone? Spank me? Please! I'm not eight years old anymore." Santana shook her long black hair and walked to the refrigerator to grab some leftovers. She was surprised by a hard swat to her short clad backside. It stung even more since she was sunburned.

She jumped and turned around red-faced with embarrassment, "That is precisely what I am going to do. You have been acting like an immature little brat since you got back here. I don't know how they do things in the Big Apple but I do know how we do thinks in Maribel Lopez' kitchen."

Santana stared at her mother in shock, "Mamí you are not serious?"

Maribel took her daughter by the arm and led her over to the table. She pulled out a chair and then reached into the cabinet behind her and grabbed the big wooden spoon. Sitting down, in one smooth motion she brought her daughter down over her knees.

The teen was squirming and trying to talk her way out of this embarrassing situation, "Mamí please, I will go and apologize tomorrow. I was acting stupid, I know and I'm sorry. We don't have to do this. Please?" She yelled as her mother brought her hard hand down in one smooth motion landing squarely in the center of her sunburned backside.

"Owwwwwwww damnit that hurts!" She yelled as her unimpressed mother continued to apply spanks in a hard steady rhythm.

"You might want to watch the swearing as well young lady. If you've forgotten what soap tastes like I can fix that as well." She punctuated each word with a very hard hand spank and Santana already felt like bawling. This was just downright humiliating.

Her mother reached up and pulled down her shorts and the bathing suit bottom revealing an already stunningly pink bottom, "Wow you weren't kidding about the sunburn. You probably should have taken that into consideration before practically daring me to tan your bottom."

Santana was squirming and kicking, so her mother hooked her leg over and raised her knee up a little for aim and tightened her grasp around her daughter's waist.

Maribel was swatting each side, each cheek top and bottom with a hard steady rhythm as Santana squeaked and squealed in pain and humiliation. She felt her Mamí stop to pick up the spoon and she started to really apologize and bed in earnest. Her bottom was roasted from the sun and now the fire had been rekindled from her mother's hard firm hand. She was beyond pride now.

"Please Mamí, please I am sorry I was such a brat. I acted awful, I just wanted to be all grown up and….. OWWWWWW!" She stopped talking when the big wooden spoon cracked down hard. In less than a minute she was really crying real tears.

"Please Mamí, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no more." She continued to wiggle across her mother's lap but Maribel was stronger than she looked. The sound of a steady rhythm of wood on skin was punctuated by little squeals and squeaks and sobs from her penitent daughter.

Maribel looked down and knew Santana was not at her limit but she didn't really want to take her there tonight. This evening was more about learning the lesson you are never too big for a spanking in the Lopez household if you act like a bratty baby. Seeing the well spanked bottom over her knee and hearing the sobs and little hiccups, she knew she had taught that lesson well.

Helping Santana up, she directed her into the corner.

"Corner time Mamí?" Santana was still sounding a little less than completely sorry so Maribel picked up the spoon and delivered two hard swats with the spoon to the back of her thighs.

Her daughter jumped a foot in the air, "I'm sorry, I'm going." She got into position in the corner and said softly, "Mamí?"

"Yes mija?"

"When will I be too old to be spanked?" She asked softly.

"When I'm too old to put you over my knee or I'm dead." She nearly laughed out loud at the way her daughter's back straightened in shock and Maribel heard her gulp.

"Now when you finish in the corner, why don't we go cuddle on the couch together and catch up on our telenovelas. Or are you too grown up to cuddle with your Mamí?" Maribel teased.

"I'll never be too old to cuddle with my Mamí." The teen sniffed sounding very young as her mother came up behind her and hugged her from behind.

"Good, because I have missed my Santana very much and if I had known Mother's Little Helper would bring her back I would have done it weeks ago. Now when the timer goes off, run upstairs and grab the aloe vera and meet me in the living room, ok mija?"

"Sí Mamí." She said softly.

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The two brunettes spent the night cuddled together on the couch with Santana on her belly with her head on her Mamí's lap falling asleep to her hair being played with like she did when she was little.

The last conscience thought Santana had was, "Growing up is overrated."

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